The Wistful Mirror

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The sword sang. It cut the air. The air cut back. Cormac felt the bite. Not in the flesh. In the soul. The mist was thick. It smelled of rot. And old iron. He was a man of the law. A Warden. He wore the grey. He held the line. But the line was breaking. His brother stood before him. Elian. Elian held a blade. It was black. It drank the light. Cormac raised his own steel. It was silver. It was...

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